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Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz - Reflection

Текст песни: Reflection

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Mmm, mmm, mmm, life takes some interestin' turns, don't it? It's all good, just can't get off the road

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I ain't gon' lie, a lot of this is hard to take I'm watchin' 'em praise the okay and overlook the great I'm not sayin' that they ain't straight I'm just sayin' that- nevermind No matter what they gon' turn this shit into hate So fuck it, let it alone Headphones, dead in a zone like Rick and Michonne I'm feelin' better on my own Took a sec for me to accept that next time I'm on the road Won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce, won't be no Joe Just lookin' at the Hudson river right now, sittin' on the rocks feelin' like my reflection's life reflection, is it not? Some people bought the ferry, other people dock a yacht But the waves keep crashin' while the ducks just sit and watch Sometimes, I daydream about me sittin' at the top I see the clubs goin' crazy everytime my record drop I see plaques on the wall and glass cases For awards that I done got Performin' for like a million a pop The truth is, it's like one in a million to pop And the only artists that really get the millions is Pop Bein' simple is a yes and bein' skilled is a not Havin' substance is lame, usin' substance is hot So here I am still the hottest nigga in my barber shop To get a number one but not that number one spot I'm in a weird place, my fans don't expect me on the charts Guess when you gifted, sometimes you rap yourself into a box

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz] But still I jot The way I put words together look complex so whatever But still I jot I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see If y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Four chicken wings fried hard with pork friend rice Egg roll, two duck sauces will suffice Fill my stomach up until it's time to get nice Five sink cups, juice to chase it, a bag of ice Whatever be decided, we gon' sip on that nice Pocket full of work so fiends can come and get right Two green, one red dice, you call a point through the weed smoke Hammer underneath coat That A-B'll lead to C ya later when that D-E choke Just leave broke Keep minutes on your cell, a sneaker box to dig in for your bail And a team full of hitters who wouldn't tell Wanna get it off quicker, then don't be stingy on that scale Stuffed 'em, sandwich bags overpacked to twelve-twelves Be on your fourth re before the first flip sells That's the pre-music Joell A Joell these check writin' executives don't really know well I should win a Nobel From carryin' my pieces to guardin' my prize possessions to Peace God, yeah, that was Marshall in my session Now that I think about it, bring another bottle to my section Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't from Section Eight no more Ain't no more hungry nights Momma, we don't wait no more The First don't hold weight no more I tell that waiter wait, no more I gotta watch my figure, can't put on weight no more (Why?) 'Cause if I truly want a shot at the top I gotta drop That's what they said I guess I'll jog before I jot

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz] The way I put words together look complex so whatever But still I jot I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see If y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot